We're full term now. You're past due. You are officially freeloading off your mother. Get out!
Much Love,
Big Mama
P.S. Like, BIG.
P.P.S. Like, only two of my shirts go down past my belly button.
P.P.P.S Like, I ain't buying a new wardrobe, Baby. Get out! (I swear I'll be nicer than this when you get out!)
You:
Me:
Congratulations on making the infant humanoid girl-child. I'll have to drag my lazy hermit ass over there to glower at it. Or cuddle it. One of those, depending on my current disposition. Yay, babies!!
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